hear the haunting theronadelike a chant through a timeless abyssor the cries from the wolves from thelong lost woods

moon-less nights caress herin shades of a nocturnal beautyshe dances on cemetary groundbe-witched by the wistful tunes of thy dark

enslaving eyes of a whistful darknesscalls me as a silent prayershe is the one of nocturnal beautyforce me to become her slave

take - me on your journey

she was a woman in black lacedancing like a raven around the mountain sideand the music of her wistful songsor laughter, or cries

and out of the skies above mea creature - a face turned down unto mecloser and closer - then so nearand when she again raisedshe caressed me and lead us into a lustful dancein circles bigger and biggerhigher up - into the moonless skiesand I joined her on her journey to hades